I witnessed the death of the universe;
Tumbling, crushing, spinning
in the maddening chaos
of the spiral Time.
Eternity, ceased to exist,
Time, was no more,
my soul ripped asunder
the stars, show no more.
I succumb my farewells,
emptied my concavities,
ashes of solitude reminded me
of quixotic moments
you were oblivious to my presence
gazing emptily a brimming space,
surreality became my twisted fate
and no transition left for immortality.
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